When the Wind Blows Page #2
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- 1986
- 84 min
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After all, it'll all
be over in a flash.
Funny to think they were
on our side in the war.
- Who, dear?
- The Russkies.
- With old Joe Stalin.
- Yes, he was a nice chap.
I liked him.
Like an uncle, he was.
I liked his moustache and his pipe.
Yeah. Roosevelt was nice, too.
There was three of them.
Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin.
All good blokes.
With old Hitler, Goering and Musso,
and all that lot, on the other side.
You somehow knew where you were then.
I don't even know who the
people are these days.
I expect it's all done
by committees, dear.
Yes, and meetings. I expect they
have loads and loads of meetings,
and thus arrive at decisions.
Commuters, too.
They all use commuters these days.
It's got very impersonal.
Churchill with his cigar,
old Stalin with his moustache...
you knew where you stood.
Do you think they'll invade?
Oh, no, no. Won't need to.
It'll all be done by missiles.
Long... range.
Then they'll instil commuters
to take charge of us.
no shelters this time.
We had an old Anderson in the garden.
I can see it now.
We had nasturtiums
growing all over it.
And we painted the front green.
Painted, it looked quite pretty.
Next door grew cabbages on theirs.
Yes. We had a Morrison.
Hm, I used to sleep in it.
I stuck pin-up girls
all over the inside.
Betty Grable,
Anne Shelton, Patricia Roc.
The roof got all smoky, cos I used
to read in bed with a candle.
Yes, it was nice in the war, really.
The shelters, the blackouts,
cups of tea...
The ARP, the evacuees.
London kids seeing
cows for the first time.
Old Churchill on the wireless.
The nine o'clock news.
- Vera Lynn singing away.
- Worker's Playtime.
Spitfires and Hurricanes in the
blue sky over the cornfields.
The White Cliffs of Dover.
Old Jerry coming over every night.
Those were the days.
Don't you dare use my best
cushions from the front room!
I'll get some old ones from upstairs.
I'll put them in plastic bags.
I don't want fingermarks
getting all over them.
I shouldn't worry too much, love.
They're bound to get dusty with
all the fallout coming down.
It says here we've got to lay
in food supplies for 14 days.
I'd better put a note out
for 28 pints of milk, then.
I'll just pop out and get 14 loaves,
dear! And a protractor.
Anything else you want?
I'll need more plastic bags, dear!
There's no bread, ducks! Sold out.
There seems to be some
sort of panic purchasing.
It can't be helped, dear.
After all, there is a war on.
Or nearly, anyway.
I hope you haven't left that cape
dripping in the hall, James!
Oh, no, dear.
Mr Willis has sold out of protractors.
I expect everyone wants 60 degrees.
He was terrifically kind, Mr Willis.
He cut me out a bit of card
with 60 degrees on it. Look.
Oh! Nice, dear.
Here's the emergency supplies, ducks.
half a jam sponge,
a tin of pineapple chunks
and a tin of Christmas pud.
It'll all be over by Christmas.
- You're not decorating now, James!
- We've got to paint the windows white, dear.
- Whatever for?
- It's for the radiation, I think.
Like they do in greenhouses, to keep
out the sun. It's the correct thing.
- It won't be that hot, surely!
- Well, I don't know.
They say the one at Hiroshima
was equal to one thousand suns.
So it is quite hot.
And besides, the powers that be
are making much better ones now.
Science has leaped forward
with giant strides. Oops!
Mind you don't get paint
on those curtains, James.
down first. You never think.
I know that smile of yours, James.
"Keep doors closed to prevent
the spread of fire", it says.
- But you've taken off half the doors, James.
- Yes, dear.
Won't that make the fire worse, then?
Well, I...
Perhaps the blast will
blow the fire out.
Well... Hm!
The inner core or refuge looks
quite cosy, doesn't it, dear?
I hope those doors aren't
marking the wallpaper, James.
Come in and try it out, dear. Please.
Whoa! Careful! Careful!
You'll have it over!
Budge up, can't you, James?
Couldn't you have
made it a bit... wider?
It's... It's constructed in compliance
with the governmental specifications, dear.
Well, they might have made it
wide enough for two people.
- Suppose you were married?
- We are married, dear.
Yes, well there you are, then.
Oh!
What about if you had children?
Where would they go?
Oh, well, you'd just hold them in
your arms. They'd soon fall asleep.
Suppose they were 17 or 18?
Big boys with bristly chins
and big boots on. Skinheads.
Well, in that case, you'd...
just add a few more doors.
There's... no wall
space for more doors.
Oh. No.
Well, our Ron was never
a skinhead, anyway.
What on earth are you putting
the food in there for?
Well, that's where it's got to be.
But why can't it stay in
the larder and fridge?
Because we must not emerge for the
14 days of the national emergency.
You're not saying we've got to stay
in that thing for two weeks, are you?
Yes, dear. Ours not to reason why.
Now we must do the correct thing.
Well, what about the cooking, then?
How do I get to the cooker?
We'll just have to use the
little picnic stove, dear.
- What about the toilet?
- Well...
Well, we'll have to have
a potty, or something.
I can tell you now, James Bloggs,
that I am going to go upstairs
in the proper manner.
But you mustn't emerge, dear. Not for
the 14 days of the national emergency.
All right, then, how are you
going to empty the chamber pot?
Well, we just have to empty
it down the toilet, I suppose.
- You just said we couldn't go to the toilet.
- Oh. Yes.
Well... Yeah, well,
Now, we'd better not cross our
bridges till we come to them, eh?
Look on the bright side, eh, ducks?
Six, five, zero, zero, six, ten...
It says here, "Two pints of
water per person per day."
I wonder if we've got enough bottles.
I'll have a look under
the stairs, dear.
I've measured the water
into the bottles, James.
I've labelled them so we
don't get in a muddle.
Oh, good. That's nice, dear.
You're very efficient in a
national emergency, dearest.
Get on with you!
It says here, "D: Miscellaneous:
Salt, tomato ketchup and sauces,
pepper, matches, toilet paper,
disinfectant, vitamin tablets,
tin opener, knives, forks, spoons."
Funny. No plates.
- What's all that, dear?
- I don't know.
It's called "miscellaneous."
Pass it in, please.
- Funny.
- What, dear?
In the governmental leaflet, it says,
"Remove thin materials from windows."
And in the County Council leaflet, it says,
"Hang white sheets in the windows."
I wonder which is correct.
Oh! It says peanut butter.
We haven't got any. Oh, dear.
Never mind, ducks.
I don't like it, nor do you.
No, but it's on the official list.
Oh, dear.
Now, don't worry, love.
I expect we'll survive without it.
It'll probably go runny
in the heat, anyway.
You get terrific heat with
these bombs, you know.
Mind you, diet is very important.
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